You see he could hev broke your neck that time when you was
choking him, but he didn't. There's your train," he added hurriedly
and jumping away. "Good-by. So long, old man. I'm much 'bliged to you
jus' for asking me."
Two hours later the farmer and his son were making the family weep and
laugh over their adventures, as they all sat together on the porch
with the vines about it; and the trailer was leaning against the wall
of a saloon and apparently counting his ten toes, but in reality
watching for Mr. Wolfe to give the signal from the window of room No. 8.
"THERE WERE NINETY AND NINE"
Young Harringford, or the "Goodwood Plunger," as he was perhaps better
known at that time, had come to Monte Carlo in a very different spirit
and in a very different state of mind from any in which he had ever
visited the place before. He had come there for the same reason that a
wounded lion, or a poisoned rat, for that matter, crawls away into a
corner, that it may be alone when it dies. He stood leaning against
one of the pillars of the Casino with his back to the moonlight, and
with his eyes blinking painfully at the flaming lamps above the green
tables inside. He knew they would be put out very soon; and as he had
something to do then, he regarded them fixedly with painful
earnestness, as a man who is condemned to die at sunrise watches
through his barred windows for the first gray light of the morning.
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